No sport, watching horror movie with friends in bright room.Try that alone at night without light with mirror above screen!

Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously. . .Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism. . .the bacterium that infected. . . Yes. . .maybe he was sick.

In a country of ideas, consciousness is its' citizen.

The collective consciousness of mankind defines the existence and sustainability of this civilization.

One part of my consciousness serves only one realm.

There's no consciousness without senses and memories.